


When Your Breaking Point's All That You Have

by ConsiderableColors



Series: Neil Perry Is Not Okay [7]
Category: Dead Poets Society (1989)
Genre: Abusive Parents, Caring, Charlie Dalton Is A Good Friend, Childhood Friends, Crying, Cuddling & Snuggling, Cute Kids, Eating Disorders, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Let's do the happy ones, M/M, Panic Attacks, Past Suicide Attempt, Recovery, Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Swearing, Therapy, Those are all sad tags, Todd Anderson Is A Good Boyfriend, Verbal Abuse, references
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-07-30
Updated: 2019-07-30
Packaged: 2020-07-27 12:46:47
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 4
Words: 4,315
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20046265
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ConsiderableColors/pseuds/ConsiderableColors
Summary: "Todd presses a hand against Neil's body and he can feel the ribs. "You're so thin..."Neil jerks away as if he's been hit."Or, Neil punishes himself, Todd worries, Charlie talks them down, and Neil makes an important decision.Title taken from A Soft Place To Land from Waitress.





	1. Nothing I Can Feel

**Author's Note:**

> Finally. After two months of procrastination. It is complete. As always, this deals with heavy stuff so please pay attention to the tags! I'll have chapter-specific warnings before each chapter as well.
> 
> Also, I want to give a quick shout out to the people who came onto my tumblr and messaged me/sent me an ask about Neil Perry Is Not Okay. You guys honestly and genuinely made my day. I wouldn't be able to power through these stories without all the amazing comments you guys leave. I'm so so happy you're enjoying the series, and I hope y'all continue to!! That being said, on with the fic. ❤❤❤

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> A glimpse into Neil's childhood.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Warnings: Mentally abusive parenting, implied eating disorders, crying

Look, Neil can't be good at everything. No one can. Still, (without bragging, of course) Neil likes to consider himself pretty close. He's in Mrs. Brauner's class, which he's told is the smartest class in second grade. Mrs. Brauner must think he's a good reader too, because she always lets him read out loud to the rest of the class. And whenever Charlie gets hurt (pretty often) and Neil fixes him up, Charlie seems to think it's amazing. So yeah, Neil thinks he's doing alright for himself. 

Then, he gets a D on a science quiz. 

"I don't know what happened!" He hisses, trying to avoid any teachers walking past. They've already been in here too long, bathroom breaks are supposed to be quick. He sinks to the floor beside one of the sinks. 

Charlie takes the paper, squinting at it. "Maybe she got the answers wrong?"

"That doesn't happen! Adults are always right! I got all this wrong!"

Charlie bites his lip. "Well, that's okay. I get D's sometimes."

"What do your parents say?"

"They're... Not happy."

Neil moans and buries his face in his hands.

"Hey, cheer up. It's just one test. You're still straight A's, right?" A small nod. "There. Plus, you're still the smartest person I know."

Neil looks up. "Really?"

"Definitely. Pinkie swear."

He smiles a little. "Thanks, Charlie."

"Sure. Now, come on before Mr. Gregory throws a fit." He grins. "This is my third hall pass today."

~~~

"Why are you so quiet tonight?"

Neil looks up quickly. "What do you mean?"

"Typically, by now you're bouncing off the walls telling me you and Charles ate grass for the first time." Mr. Perry rolls his eyes at the thought. "Did something happen?"

"Um... Well..." Does he say something? He has to, doesn't he? Oh, they're going to be so mad. He doesn't even understand how he missed so much! They're going to be so disappointed...

"What is it?" 

"Nothing, Mother."

Mr. Perry fixes him with a look. "Neil, what's the rule about lying?"

Neil blanches. He doesn't want to lie! How is he supposed to say this? He feels like he can't breathe. "I... I... IgotaDonatest."

"What was that?"

"Speak up, you know how frustrating mumbling is."

"I um... So, what happened was... Well, Mrs. Brauner handed out the test, right? And it was kind of short, like 10 questions, but-"

"Neil," he huffs, "Don't use 'like'. And don't stutter. It makes you sound unintelligent. Do you want to sound that way?"

"No, sir."

"Then speak normally and get to the point."

"I... We- we took the test, and-" He can't do it. He can't say this. "And- and-" Both his parents are getting annoyed, he can tell, he has to hurry up. "Um..." He grabs the packet out of his bag and shoves it in their hands. He can't watch. It gets handed back a minute later.

"Is this yours?" Mrs. Perry asks. She sounds shocked.

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles.

"Why did you score so low?"

"I- I don't know."

"You studied last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"How many times did you go over the material?"

"I don't really know..."

"Well, it clearly wasn't enough."

"Did anyone else score this low, Neil?" Mrs. Perry asks.

"I'm not sure..."

"Probably because of the aquarium trip. If you can't balance schoolwork with your friends, then we're not going to let you do things like that, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"You can't get grades like this, Neil. Do you expect to get into Welton this way? Do you expect to get into John Hopkins this way?"

Neil can feel himself tearing up. He hates getting in trouble. "No, sir."

"I expect this not to happen again. If it does, there's going to be serious consequences. For now..." Mr. Perry trails off. How the hell does he punish this? The only thing Neil really likes to do is read, and not reading got him here in the first place. "Go upstairs and get in bed."

"He hasn't eaten." Mrs. Perry says.

"I'm aware. Now, Neil. And let me see the test again."

Neil hands it to him, and Mr. Perry looks at it a minute. "Hm." He walks over to the fridge and promptly tears down one of Neil's report cards, hanging the test up in its place. "Let that serve as a reminder to do better. Go to bed, then."

Neil walks past them and to the staircase. "N-night. I... love you."

~~~

No next meal becomes his standard punishment, to the point where Neil's learned not to ask when he knows he's in trouble. It's awful for the first little while, but his stomach must adjust, because soon he can just ignore the cramping. The habit follows him to school too, confusing Charlie.

Knox, the new kid who braids flower crowns and marries Casey Landon and starts sitting with them later that week, ends up asking Charlie why Neil doesn't eat all his lunch. 

"I dunno. He used to."

~~~

By the time he reaches Welton, all his classmates just take it in stride. "Yeah, Perry needs some meat on his bones." "He's got to live up to the title of twink somehow." "I swear, he never has an appetite." "In his defense, no one likes Hellton Hash." "Bet you he sneaks out at night and gets real food."

Charlie, who still remembers Neil "I Could Eat A Food Truck And Still Want Dessert" Perry, finds himself constantly stuck between "he had an early growth spurt" and "something's seriously wrong". But as a host of Neil's other problems come to light, "Neil doesn't eat much" ends up fading to the background. Todd's the one that ends up finding out first.


	2. Nothing I Can Hold

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Todd learns something new about Neil.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Warnings: Self-harm, eating disorders, panic attacks, referenced past suicide attempts, brief all-caps

When Todd walks in, Neil is on the bed, bent over something, and pulls his blanket over whatever it is as soon as he hears Todd. 

"Hey," Todd says, on guard. 

Neil smiles. "Hey, love. Find the book you were looking for?"

"Someone's got it checked out."

"Oh, sorry. That sucks."

"It's fine. What've you been up to?"

"Ah, not much."

Todd nods. "What were you doing when I walked in?"

"Just making the bed."

"Need any help?"

"I'm good, but thanks."

Todd nods again. "Can I see your arm?"

"My- my what?"

"Your arm, Neil."

"Todd, I wasn't-"

"Then you don't mind showing me your arm, right?"

Todd can practically see the gears turning in Neil's head, desperately searching for a way out of this. It's been two months now. Slip-ups happen, Todd knows, and he understands, really, but it still stings a bit to know his suspicions were correct. He wonders if he should've gone to the library. Maybe if he'd stayed, maybe Neil would've talked to him, and then... No. He won't be doing that. Especially not now. Now he needs to focus.

"Neil?"

"Todd?"

He fixes him with a look, and Neil sighs before slowly rolling up his sleeve to reveal... Nothing. Did he- no, there's something more. Neil looks like he's about to pass out. Todd lays a hand on his and says softly but firmly, "I'm not mad, baby, but I need you to take your sweater off for me, okay?"

Neil pales considerably, but takes it off. There's another sweater underneath. There's a shirt underneath that. Good God, no wonder the boy's always sweaty. A tanktop gets pulled off and shit. Shit...

First and foremost, there's a row of four fresh cuts, close to his hip, in a neat little column. Todd only notices briefly, however, before every thread of his attention is pulled taught and firm around a much more pressing matter. One Todd didn't even know about.

"Neil..." It's whispered, laced in a heartbroken horror he can't keep out of his voice. Todd presses a hand against Neil's body and he can feel the ribs. "You're so thin..." 

Neil jerks away as if he's been hit. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It- it was just a one-off thing, I'll give you the razor, okay? I'm sorry." He reaches for a sweater but Todd sticks his arm out, blocking him.

"We- we need to talk about this. "

Neil chuckles hollowly. "What's there to talk about? Self-mutilation. Pretty straightforward."

"Neil. Why- why did you- why were you cutting?"

"It's just been a shitty day. Nothing happened, nothing new to talk about."

"You promise me? Have you-"

"Yes, yes."

"Okay. Okay." Todd takes a heavy breath. "Then let's talk about this."

"What are we talking about?"

"Goddammit, Neil, you know what the fuck I'm talking about!"

The air is tense. Todd runs a shaky hand through his hair, breathing slightly erratic. Neil notices.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Todd can feel himself slipping, and he puts all his energy into staying grounded, on Earth, but everything is starting to pull him away. Todd wants to scream, wants to throw a temper tantrum, because now is NOT the time for a panic attack, now's the time to HELP HIS BOYFRIEND but that was the WRONG thing to think, because now he's worried sick about Neil, worried sick about this new thing he didn't notice, and what if this is the thing that does Neil in?

~~~

Todd is fast asleep when he feels someone shaking him, and he can just make out Charlie quietly saying his name before he rolls over. It's got to be early morning still, and Todd is not getting woken up for the ninth time this month because of whatever Charlie's being a disaster over now. "Oh, Charlie..."

"Todd. Todd." Charlie sounds like he's crying, which is fantastic, because now Todd looks like a dick if he ignores him. He rolls back over, blinks open his eyes, fully ready to tell Charlie that his love for the cast of Brooklyn Nine Nine will have to wait when he sees Charlie is really, really crying. And he's not the only one there. The Poets are all there, looking about as cheerful as Charlie is. His eyes instinctively flick over to the other bed. Neil's still not back yet. Todd has to tackle whatever's happening on his own.

He sits up. "What? What is it?"

"Neil's in the hospital," Charlie's voice cracks.

Shit. "W-is he okay? What- what happened?"

Knox's eyes squeeze shut and Todd can hear Charlie choke up.

"W-wha-w-" Todd forces himself to inhale and exhale. Pitts sits next to him, biting his lip so hard it bleeds as he tries to help Todd calm down. In the midst of all the chaos, Meeks' faint voice still manages to ring loud and clear. The words are spoken so quietly, so quickly, as if it will make it less true, but despite all that, Todd hears and knows he'll spend the rest of his life hearing it.

"He tried to kill himself."

~~~

Todd can still remember it so vividly. He's terrified, shit, he's terrified. What else is Neil struggling with that Todd just doesn't know? Why didn't Todd notice? He should've noticed! Shit, shit, shit!

The door opens and his head snaps up. Charlie comes strolling in, never one to knock, and stops mid-sentence as he takes in the scene.

Todd can make out what's going on but it doesn't even feel like he's there. He feels disconnected somehow, like he's watching all this unfold as someone else, watching the three of them through a TV screen.

Charlie turns to Neil and tells him to go to his room. Neil protests and looks at Todd. Charlie says Neil's going to make Todd feel worse. Todd thinks he feels mad at Charlie for saying that, but Todd realizes Charlie's not saying it to be mean, and Charlie is, admittedly, correct. Neil leaves the room. And it's the just the two three two of them. Charlie and Todd's panicking mind and Todd's autopiloted body. 

Someone's telling him Neil will be fine, that he needs to focus on himself for a moment, and at first Todd thinks he's saying it to himself, but then he realizes it's actually Charlie. Charlie keeps talking, and Todd figures whatever it is he's saying has to be better than all the paranoia (there's a freak storm, snow pouring down just like that fateful morning- a gang war breaks out and parents are called to the school- some horrible flu and no one's there to watch and make sure he's not lonely- the train's rushing down the track and it runs over someone- something- something goes wrong and he's dead-) so he ends up listening to Charlie speak.

He's talking about Tan France giving John Mulaney a makeover. Figures. Though, in all fairness, listening to him ramble is actually kind of soothing. It's... Familiar.

He lets Charlie continue without protesting.


	3. Nothing I Can Hide

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Charlie calms people down.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Warnings: referenced panic attacks, yelling, eating disorders, referenced self-harm, self-depreciation, mentally abusive parenting, suicidal thoughts, referenced violence

In the middle of explaining why *NSYNC is better than The Backstreet Boys, Charlie comes to realization that Todd has fallen asleep. He has no idea when that happened, but he figured it would. Neil says the bad attacks always tire Todd out. Shit, Neil.

Charlie carefully untangles himself from Todd's body and watches him a minute, making sure he's still asleep. He appears to be. He pulls a blanket to over him and leaves. 

If Neil's constant worried boyfriend ramblings are anything to go off of, Todd'll sleep maybe twenty minutes before he wakes up and worries over Neil again. Hopefully, if Neil is feeling a bit less like a stubborn prick than usual today, it'll only take twenty minutes to talk him. Then Neil and Todd can get themselves situated.

~~~

Neil's pacing back and forth by the time Charlie gets back. His sweater- or sweaters, rather- are all pulled back on, but that doesn't erase the memory of what Charlie and Todd both saw.

"You're going to wear a ring in the floor," he says.

His head jerks up and he runs to him. "Is Todd okay?"

"He's fine. What happened?"

Neil groans. "I messed up. I just- I kept deflecting..."

"Deflecting what?"

"Nothing."

Charlie runs a hand down the side of his face. "I saw your body, Perry. What the hell happened?"

"Nothing." It's said a bit more forcefully.

"Well, tell nothing it needs to gain a few pounds before it drops dead in the middle of an impromptu Keating soccer class."

Neil doesn't say anything.

"Is this an eating disorder?"

"What? No, no."

"Then what is it? A diet? You giving up meat?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"Nothing." He emphasizes.

"Sure doesn't seem like it."

"Well..."

Charlie sits down on his bed and stares down Neil. "I'll wait until you're ready, then."

Neil bristles at that. "I'm not a child."

"Maybe not, but you're acting like one right now. Not to mention you clearly need someone to parent you."

"You-"

"When you're ready to stop whining and actually talk, let me know, but you're not going anywhere until you do."

Neil sits on the edge of Cameron's bed, crossing his arms. Charlie keeps a steady gaze on him. It's barring into him, in a way that makes Neil think his soul is being searched. He squirms under the gaze and hates himself for it.

"It's not an eating disorder."

"Okay?"

"It's... It's sort of a diet, I suppose."

"Okay?"

He huffs. "I just- sometimes I don't have as much of an appetite. That's all."

"Mhm." Charlie keeps looking at him.

"That's it," He repeats.

"Like I said-" Charlie shifts, "When you're ready to talk, let me know."

Neil stands up, turning for the door, but Charlie puts a warning hand on his shoulder. They sit back down.

Neil's peeved. He doesn't want to be in a stand-off with his friend, and Charlie knows that, Goddammit. He can feel his resolve breaking the longer Charlie looks at him.

"It's a punishment of sorts."

To his credit, Charlie doesn't bat an eye. "What do you mean?"

"It's sort of... When I fuck something up, I skip my next meal. And I mean, you know me..." He chuckles hollowly. "Always fucking things up."

Charlie's eyebrows furrow. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you doing that shit to yourself, Neil."

Neil swallows roughly. "It's just a habit."

"From where?"

"When I was younger, um, that's what my father did. Like, his version of grounding me."

"You couldn't eat?" He says, disgusted. "That piece of shit!"

"It's really not-"

"Bullshit. He's an abusive scumbag and you know it!"

"He's not... He's hardly laid a hand on me."

"That doesn't mean he's not abusive, Neil! Starving your son and controlling his entire life and yelling at him until he's sobbing like a fucking child is abusive! How do you not see that?!"

Neil blanches, body tensing.

Charlie sighs, uncurling the fists he hadn't realized he'd made. "Sorry. Didn't mean to yell. But you see what I mean, right?"

Neil doesn't answer.

"Didn't your mother ever do anything?"

"She doesn't like confrontation."

"That's not an excuse."

Neil's silent.

One thing at a time, then. "So... Your father punishes you by taking away food. Your father isn't here. You've been here for months. So, why are you still doing this?"

He shrugs. "Someone has to, right?"

Charlie wants to throttle him. Wants to grab him by the shoulders, rattle him back and forth, and scream, "NO! NOT RIGHT!" Instead, he sighs. "You can't keep doing this, man. I'll watch you to make sure you've chewed and swallowed if I have to."

"I'm not a child," Neil repeats. "I don't need looking after." 

Charlie grabs his wrist. His hand fits all the way around it. "I beg to differ."

He stiffens. "I don't want to talk about this."

Charlie speaks softly, like he's soothing a small child. That's what Neil is, at the end of the day. He never really got to be a child, and it's only in brief moments that Neil lets down his guard. When he does, you can see it in the way his eyes widen and the meekness of his voice. He's mature for his age, far too grown up, but deep down he's still the scared little kid that never learned how to take care of himself. He's never been allowed to control a single inch of his life, he confessed once, and now that he has room to breathe, he's so overwhelmed he'd rather not breathe at all.

"You'll have to. Not right now, though. Thank you for telling me the truth."

He nods.

"You want to go talk to Todd?"

"I don't want to make him upset again..."

"I know. But you two should talk about this."

Neil sighs heavily.

"Go on, then."

"Yeah. Thanks. Sorry."

"Don't be." He's said it before, he'll say it a million times more. Neil still apologizes for everything. 

Charlie holds out hope, though.


	4. Nothing That I Know

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Neil and Todd have an important conversation and Neil comes to a conclusion.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Warnings: eating disorders, referenced self-harm, referenced panic attacks, past suicide attempts, crying

Todd and Neil smack right into each other, one entering the room and one leaving it. Both looking for each other.

"Neil!"

"Todd!"

"I swear I didn't mean to freak out-"

"I'm so sorry I wasn't answering-"

"I just wanted to talk to you-"

"I was so scared to talk to you-"

"But I shouldn't have pushed you."

"But I'm ready to talk now."

They stand there a minute, looking at each other. They're both worried about the other, worried what they're trying to say will hurt things more than heal them. This conversation is one that needs to be had. Those are always the worst ones. The scariest.

Neil figures he ought to start it off. "It's something I do when I mess up. I punish myself by not eating. And I know it's fucked up, I know, but it just comes naturally at this point. I'm scared to stop."

Todd bites his lip. "So it's another type of your self-harm?"

"Kind of? I- I guess. It's different, though. I don't do it to make myself feel better. I, uh, I do it to, you know... Feel worse."

"Oh. Oh."

Todd looks so hopelessly lost that Neil wants to skip even the smallest snacks for a week. Then he's imagining what Todd would look like if he said that. Then he feels a million times worse.

"Well," Todd says after a moment, "We'll handle it. Figure it out. Just like everything else, okay?"

Neil wants to say, "No. Not okay. You're taking away every single thing that makes me feel like I can be alive and okay and you never even asked me!" Instead, he says, "Okay."

There. That's out of the way. Confession down. Heart-to-heart complete. Worries calmed. Except they're not. Neil can see in Todd's eyes that they're not. There's something else to be addressed.

"Todd?"

"Yes?"

"Do you... Want to talk about your attack. Or, can I ask what it was about?"

Todd pales considerably.

"You don't have to! It's completely up to you. Just. This relationship isn't just about me and my problems, you know? I want to take care of you too."

He sighs and flops down on the bed, face into the pillow. Neil lays down beside him, wrapping an arm around him. Todd curls into him immediately, tucking his head under Neil's chin. Neil crosses a leg over Todd's and uses one hand to card through his hair. The other hand closes around Todd's and rests on his stomach. This is their favorite position, no matter who's where.

That's the one downside of their relationship. Two little spoons, and no big spoon.

Todd mumbles something Neil can't hear, so he shifts ever so slightly, just enough for his arm to not muffle Todd's mouth.

"What'd you say, love?"

He repeats himself faintly. " 'M worried about you."

"You don't need to be."

"But I AM. You're not taking care of yourself, baby. And I don't wanna see you hurt."

Neil brushes Todd's bangs out of his face. "I'm not."

"No, but you are! Always. And it scares me. Really, really badly."

He can feel his heart clench, but Todd isn't done.

"I just want to help you, but I- I never know how! And I'm trying, really trying, but I'm not enough. I am not enough!"

"Hey, breathe..."

"I just- I keep thinking back to the night of the play, and how sad everyone looked, and how cold the hospital was, and how different and dull and DEAD you looked, all covered up in tubes and wires, and I thought I'd never get to hold you again, and I- I-"

Todd buries his head in Neil's chest, crying quietly. One of Neil's hands squeezes Todd's, and the other rubs up and down his back. "It's okay, Todd, it's okay." But it's not. He knows it's not.

This isn't a good relationship. Todd's good, being with Todd is good. Making Todd feel this way, however, is not good, and Neil knows it. And it terrifies him. 

Todd promised he'd be there for him, through everything, no matter what. He laid with Neil in that hospital bed, held him tight, and promised he wasn't alone. Neil doesn't want to give up the feeling of safety and comfort and love. Neil doesn't want to be alone.

Todd's breathing slows down, but his head stays close to Neil, who continues stroking it. It's quiet for a few minutes. They're just touching each other. Talking won't make either of them feel much better. However, talking still needs to happen.

"I'm sorry," Todd says. "I don't want to make you feel bad."

Neil shakes his head. "You're not," He lies. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

"It's okay. It's okay."

"Is it?"

"I don't really know."

They hold each other tighter. Uncertainty washes over them and nearly sweeps them away. But they stay together.

"Are you?"

Neil looks at him. "Am I what?"

"Okay?"

Is he? He has absolutely no idea. He always tells people he is, if they ask. Or sometimes, even if they don't, just to prove a point. He always tells himself he is, or at least, that he needs to be. But is he really, truly okay?

"I don't really know either."

Todd nods against his neck, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He figures it's the truth, at least. Neil never answers that question truthfully. "Oh. Okay." He presses himself closer to Neil's body. Oh, yeah. Todd's definitely going to have to be the little spoon tonight.

"Tired?"

He hums. "Little bit."

"Sleep, then."

"Only if you do too."

Neil rests his head on top of Todd's and breathes in and out. "Okay."

Todd falls asleep almost instantly. Right before he does, he tucks his head down, and whispers so quietly Neil thinks he wasn't intended to hear, "I'm sorry I'm not enough."

The words send a chill down his spine. This is because Neil knows Todd is right. Todd isn't enough. But that's not his fault. And it's not Neil's either. It's no one's fault, expect maybe this Goddamn hormonal imbalance that's constantly screwing with his brain.

The fact of the matter is, Todd is not enough. Neil needs more. Todd can't keep tearing himself apart with worry, only for Neil to worry about him worrying. This game of theirs isn't working. It's unhealthy. Neil needs someone else.

Neil doesn't fall asleep. He tries, honestly, but he can't be sleeping. He has something to do. 

~~~

Mr. Keating answers the door, of course. He always does. Neil has no idea when this man sleeps, but a small, selfish part of him is grateful he doesn't. God knows these 2AM tea and vent sessions have saved his life more than once. In fact, Mr. Keating doesn't even blink when he sees Neil's face, as tired and teary as it is. He just opens the door wider. 

Neil trails in and sits. Keating brews tea, pours them both a cup, and sits down across from him. Neil's hands are in his lap, fiddling with a loose thread on his sweater.

"Neil. What's up?"

"Do you know any good therapists nearby?"

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> And there we have it, folks!

**Author's Note:**

> My tumblr is considerablecolors if you'd like to stop by!


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